Inventory

>look
You are in a dusty alcove. Nearby is something that wants you dead.

>check inventory
You are carrying:
A small Asteroid from the Oort Cloud made mostly of ice but containing a lump of platinum the size of a canned ham
A Thorne–Żytkow object
A 2:1 scale model of Jupiter
The deed to a salt mine in Utah
The One Ring to Rule them All
A Dragon Radar
A half-chewed eraser
An M134 Minigun
The Autobot Matrix of Leadership
A bag of fake snow made of asbestos

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